She described that part casually, but Julian Fairchild immediately thought of the slight redness on her palm.
He gently opened her hand, "Does it still hurt?"
Having already applied the medicine, Maeve Lane didn't feel much pain anymore, and now she felt nothing at all.
Just a faint sense of cooling from the medicine.
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
"Next time in such a situation, call me." Julian frowned, applied some more medicine, personally smoothing it over her skin, his gaze treating Maeve Lane like she was something fragile, "She doesn't deserve for you to get your hands dirty."
"Will you handle it personally?" Maeve Lane lifted her head to look at him.
Actually, she knew how to hit with skill, but at that point, Maeve Lane really couldn't hold back her emotions.
If mom encountered another accident, the worst scenario that Felix Forrest mentioned could happen.
So, with Sylvia Lane, violence must be met with violence.
"Let Miles Hughes handle it."
